The Dark Prince Novels & Stories

It was a sign that the dark magic was turning against its user. "I'm the prince! I'm the only heir! That girl was thrown away long ago! Nobody knows! Nobody knows!" He shrieked, and a surge of dark energy burst from within him, instantly shattering the pumpkin vines wrapped around his legs. Rosalie's expression changed drastically. "This is bad! That's a forbidden dark magic curse! He's going to level this entire place!" A violent gust of wind tore through, sending dirt and debris flying everywhere. Prince Adrian barely looked human at this point. His eyes blazed red, and dark energy swirled around him as he advanced toward us, sword in hand. "Since you know the truth, you all have to die! O

All eyes were fixed on Lucian, waiting for a single gesture, a glance, or a command. Heavy footsteps made the ground tremble slightly. Vlad Darkmoor, the Prince of Darkness, approached his son. His black cape rippled as if it had a life of its own. His eyes were two pits of pure darkness. He stopped beside Lucian, shoulder to shoulder, and spoke in a voice that seemed to rise from the depths of the earth: "We will avenge your fiancée’s death."

"It's going to be hard but you'll get though it. Both of you, together." "I'll make them pay for this. I will not give any of them easy deaths. I'm going to make them scream." The Prince spoke with fire in his eyes. The alpha just stared at his friend. He knew the prince meant every word. He felt the temperature instantly rise, then drop only to rise again and cause beads of sweat to form on the alpha's forehead. He could feel the promise made. The promise of vengeance. Whoever did all these, whoever hurt that girl, they're going to have hell to pay. The Prince's eyes turned pitch black. It covered the whites of his eyes and his dark blue veins spread all over his body. At that moment the al

"What do I want? It's simple. Your young prince has taken my destined luna, and he dared to attempt it again today. It's time for some answers, don't you think? I need to speak with his father, the king. After all, the prince's actions reflect on his leadership. Just connect me to the king, and we can resolve this peacefully. No one needs to die today." As the castle's inhabitants were gathered in the training ground, tension hung in the air like a thick fog. Finally, I established a connection with the King. Our conversation, short and charged, unfolded before the captive audience. Then, in a sudden, shocking turn, I seized Prince Nicholas by the head and, without a moment's hesitation, sev

The witch advised. “Ok.” Raul agreed and decided to take a hint. “I fear I might lose this ar.” “Why the negativity? That’s not a good way to set out for a war.” The witch replied. “I know but I’m scared. With all that has been happening with the priest, I’m just worried I might fail my people again.” Raul explained. “You are called the Dark prince for a reason because that is who you are. Do you know why you are referred to as the dark prince?”

The other four stood off to either side, close enough to their Prince while leaving enough space to show respect, though they didn’t look too happy. I make the mistake of shifting my gaze to one of his guards. The Wyre is just as tall as his Prince, just as muscular and lean. Just as powerful. His dark hair is trimmed short, unlike his Prince. Scruff lines his jaw, concealing the sharp edges I know lie beneath. With the two of them standing so close, I can practically taste their power. Bitter. Metallic. Dark. “Princess.” My focus snaps to the Prince. His voice is cold and expressionless, a deep rumble within the back of his throat. That one word is enough to send shivers cascading down my s

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"